Apologies for yesterday being so broken. Young Joey Coco found himself visited by the spirits (read: libations) of Christmas Past, Present and Future, all of which acted as the snakes ’round Medusa’s face, excreting their saccharine venom in the guise of foreboding tales and life lessons bearing extreme import.
So here we are! It is Christmas day, and I hope you harbor some comfort in knowing that I am most assuredly no more than one to fifty-five feet away from my computer or, as I affectionately refer to it, the box in which all of you live.
I am fairly certain there is a large mouse that lives within my walls, but that is a story for another day, and I won’t entertain the thought of kicking him or her out on Christmas, even if they are Jewish.
Open it and play, friends: